bryan and johnny were our neighbours at the record label in venice back in the eighties. i would see them on their front steps, playing guitars and talking, always laughing and smiling. bryan would stop by often to chat, and the band played in a big acoustic show we had that turned out to be nothing short of magical for all who were fortunate to be there. admittedly, i hadn't thought of him since those days, but from what i'd read in the news and from what i knew of him, this is a tragedy that should never had befallen him, nor his young family.